So I’m in Paris… and between here and Croatia, I’ve taken 60gb worth of photos, for a few little projects I’m working on and for fun….
For a sneak peak… this is what is coming soon….
<EDIT 22/8/10 – it’s up at http://maybetmrw.com/paris … enjoy – niccyboy>
Hong Kong airport… this is one airport with an identity crisis, it isn’t sure whether it wants to be an Asian airport or a western one, I think it needs to choose a direction and stick with it. Cheers for the wifi though.
If aliens ever landed and wanted to learn about emotions they just need to go to the international terminal of the closest airport.
It is an absolute smorgasbord or emotions, from sadness, anticipation, fear, and sheer joy.
It’s quite a strange feeling to be alone in an airport whilst all of these emotive outpourings are everywhere!
I’m very much looking forward to the next few weeks, make sure you watch the photoblog, as i will be shooting throughout Paris for the next 3 weeks.
x
Reality was forced upon me in negative and positive ways recently.
The negative.
One of my areas of work deals in the realms of pretentiousness and synthetic relationships with people. When questioned, I have always brushed it off with the thought process, as long as you realise what each relationship is (business, real friendship, work friendship, “i want something” friendship, or “i want attention” friendship), act accordingly then no one get’s hurt. Once you know that the person is in that category, then it’s fine, you can protect yourself and it’s just business. Understanding the human mind makes this process much easier, I think nothing less of the person, we all do it. BUT when you get your analysis wrong, that isn’t good. I’ve got it wrong a number of times lately, from where i never expected it. Instead of letting it affect me I instead guarantee I won’t make those mistakes again.
The positive.
The positive however is that through seemingly negative changes that have happened to me over the last few months, i have learnt some AMAZING things about other relationships. I have had 4 very big parts of my life all leave in the last few months. All of which I hold very dear to me. I love them all dearly, albeit to different and varying degrees. These relationships could all have fizzled into nothing (apart from my family member), and even the goodbyes had this possibility in the air, making the goodbyes a little more difficult. But alas, it has proved to show that the feelings i had to all of these people was real, and has strengthened or been maintained.
All though i miss them all dearly. The wake of their departure has made my self efficacy improve by necessity, my desire, ambition and goal orientated existence is back.
This may seem stupid to some people and some people may not understand it. This is not through ignorance, but purely because of lack of exposure to this situation. Others will know exacccctllyyy what i’m talking about.
SO i’m ultimately extremely happy with the way these situations have panned out. I miss these people a lot.
To the people in the negative section, the positive is that I have realised….. twats.
To the other 4, love you all. I’m off to paris on Saturday and seeing at least 2 of them. x
Au revoir.
Have you ever noticed that when a cow starts looking at you it stops chewing. Then slowly starts chewing again with really long exaggerated chews? I find it hilarious. I think they are doing on purpose. The crafty swines… err bovines.
Cows, and bulls in particular are one animal whose vocal noises do not match their physical appearance. That moo, must be heartbreaking for those massive horned muscular beasts…
Maybe thats why they just sit in a paddock and eat salad rather that taking over the world….
Yeah, thats why. Have a good Thursday.
I return to Melbourne on Saturday from two weeks in Mackay.
I have flown over at least 1 million of these in the helicopters this last fortnight. I will now be ordering my coffee without sugar.
Although these pic’s are pretty.. click here
Okay, this will be a familiar story for each and every one of you readers. Although the subject may change, essentially the central theme will somewhat be constant.
Tonight I wandered out of my humble little hotel room in Mackay (North QLD), and ventured out to do some laundry. The need was dire, considering I was somewhat unsupported beneath my trousers and due to these being skinny jeans, this could lead to damage. So I shuffled over to the laundromat, which just quietly, is NOTHING like the ones in the movies.
So I did my washing and threw it all in the dryer… EXCEPT one tshirt, a very special one that I didn’t want to be put through the rigours of the tumble dryer. So I pinched two pegs from the clothesline and wandered back to my room. Now SOMEHOW in the short distance between my front door and my bedroom, I lost a peg.
While this may not be an issue to most people, it was to me. I needed that peg. I chose that peg. I wanted THAT peg. So I looked for it. I looked for 2 hours. My hotel room is far from big. In-fact it is made up of two rooms. The fact I couldn’t find it, made me very annoyed. What had I done wrong to lose this peg. WHY did this higher power find it comical, to hide not both pegs, just ONE. I refused to go and get another, as I wanted that peg.
I must digress for fear of losing the reader at this point, but there is a point to this story.
I find it quite interesting about the human mind that we can find something that essentially may seem replaceable, not realise it’s worth, do something stupid and lose it…. then go to extremes to get it back. Sometimes, you have to give up and learn from it, other times if you do get that chance to get it back. Never let it go.
Ps. I found the peg in the morning. It fell in my camera bag.
(Whilst I have clearly written this little post and personified a peg, the statement is based on a material object and must be rewritten in your head if applying this to a person, I do not think of people as objects, but if I wrote it that way it wouldn’t make sense)
It has been a crazy few weeks for me. Three of the biggest people in my life have all left and moved away. Constants became variables. Routine and the norm became unusual and unpredictable.
For all my life I’ve talked to myself and thought a lot. Over-thought I feel, I often tend to think far too much.
Lately the cacophony of voices in my head and thoughts was all but overwhelmed by the constant changing going on around me, with loved ones leaving and being so incredibly busy with work and my career.
This weekend I started to slow down and attempt decipher all of these thoughts. I thought my head would explode.
But a beautiful quote came back to me this morning. I was once told something during a moment of despair when I was 19/20 living in Italy with $17 in my bank account. A very old American track coach saw me with my head in my hands and told me “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”. I later found out whilst this kind gentleman had given me motivation to keep going it was a clear plagiarism of the amazing Albert Einstein.
I think we need to remind ourselves sometimes, that life is full of little tests. Tests to see the power of your spirit, your ability, your faith and of course your love. They will often throw you off balance, but as long as you don’t let it completely halt your momentum, you can get back on track by just going through the motions and keep moving forward.
You can’t dwell on the past.
Early yesterday, bleary eyed I trudged down from my hotel to for another early flight. I happened to see an amazing butterfly, just chilling by the elevator.
Now all day I thought about the butterflies. What an odd creature, the metamorphosis of this stunning insect from a hairy little bugger into a beautiful colourful flying creature is something that bewilders me.
A caterpillar is not an elegant insect, infact when insects were made I can imagine the caterpillar’s reaction when he looked in the mirror. Its little hairy green face would full of disappointment, the poor thing would have been gutted to see all the cool insects.
From a masculinity perspective, the caterpillar looks at the other insects. It sees ants, with their enormous power to weight ratio; cockroaches, the armoured car of the insect world; and of course the spider. Come on, 8 legs, fangs and venom.
So… the caterpillar thinks… “hey maybe, I’m the effeminate critter of the insect world”.
I have no hesitation in saying that it would have been said with a lisp.
The caterpillar would then glance around at some feminine insects, like the ladybug, beautiful harmless little creature; the queen bee, the Julia Gillard of the bumble bees, although more of a yellow rather than an orange tinge; and of course the dragon fly, the geisha of insect air travellers.
So the caterpillar wanders off to be, well. A caterpillar, and to do… umm… look. its a caterpillar.
Then after what seems like a lifetime to our furry friend, it is at its wits end. Its life of listening to the Dido cd on repeat and watching romantic comedies alone on its little caterpillar dvd player in its little furry apartment was bordering on unbearable. Its life of mediocrity as an insect was eating at its existence.
Then, a commercial came on. It was for snuggies. As it was a bit cold, our caterpillar friend was pretty keen to know more so it kept watching. After whacking it on his Mastercard, the caterpillar eagerly watched its mailbox.
A few days later the package arrived, and it snuggled up in its snuggie, and wrapped himself up. Like a little cocoon. It dreamed of a life far from mediocrity, it knew it had more in its life than to be, not only an uncool insect, but scary, furry, with beady red eyes and most importantly not achieving its potential.
The little caterpillar’s thoughts were exhausting it. So it shut its eyes. When it awoke, it yawned. Stretched its legs. Rubbed its eyes. Farted. Then scratched its wings. Wait… its wings. Thats right it had transformed into a beautiful butterfly, the most beautiful of all insects. It could now fly around and make little kids smile and squeal. It would be a symbol of beauty. Hell if it was arrogant it could tease all the other insects and play ‘I’m too sexy” by Right Said Fred, on its little insect ipod.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is. You never see change. Time makes it happen before you know it.
The difference between our furry friend and us is, that the capacity to change the perception you have of yourself isn’t to dwell on physical obstacles, you can change your perception of yourself by changing how you act and going for what you want.
DISCLAIMER: Nic does not endorse purchasing a snuggie to make you look like Miranda Kerr or Johnny Depp. But it will keep you warm.
